But Darling, This Moment

But darling, this moment

Will fade with the past

Just like how this wall

Loses its color

With every storm

It endures

-katie

Why is it that when I read poems,

I feel you between the lines

See you through the imagery

Hear you throb with the rhymes

Could it be that the poets

Have known you better

Than I do

That they were

Able to capture you

Into their words

While I trip and fall

Chasing the heart

That you stole

-my love in other people's poems,

katie, 22:00

Miles away

He sleeps soundly

Probably dreaming

Of me

And the things

I said

When we talked

Earlier tonight

All the

Stories

That flowed

Like water

From his mouth

Oh they just couldn't

Wait

They just couldn't

Wait...

I smile

While I

Stay awake

Smoking

My last stick

Of cigarette

I dream

Of capturing

Him

In a poem

Before I go to sleep

His black eyes

And how intense

They stared

At me

The last time

We were together

His smile

His rawness

His love

All of him

But I know

I can write

A thousand poem

About him

Yet these

Will never do

Him justice

For my love

Is just so beautiful

So beautiful

That I can only

Close my eyes

Mumble a prayer

Of gratitude

To the universe

For giving him

To me

To love

And to hold

To kiss

And to cherish

Till my bones

Grow old

And all the songs

He sang to me

Wither away

With our memories

-a love to hold,

katie, 01:00

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Ethereal song

Your lips move

In a gentle cadence

Urging mine

To join the dance

There is no music

Just our hearts

Echoing to the beat

Of the universe

As it vibrates

In an endless cacophony

Reminding how our souls

Are connected

Since the beginning of time

You trace the shadows

Cast in my face

Like you’re trying to rearrange

My chaos with your gaze

I am lost at the moment

As you love me beneath

My flesh and bones

Your kisses fill me

With ethereal songs

I move with you in frenzy

Still too dazed to speak

Then suddenly you wake me

From my dreamless sleep!

- katie

My wounds bleed

Eternally

I was afraid

They'll leave

Me dry

So I turned

The gushing blood

Into an art

Now at least

There'll be

Something

Left of me

After I've bled

The last pint

A stream

Flowing

With my truths

And lies

-katie, 24: 30

I stopped writing

Stopped trying

To transform

My pains

Into words

Screaming

Deceiving

I stopped freeing

The voices in my head

Taking over the pen

Scribbling tons

Of mess

On papers,

Then call it

Art afterwards

While all I can see

Are letters dancing

Before my eyes

I stopped staining

Blood against the wall

No matter how red

It appears, it won't

Give justice

To the life

I endure

So much tragedy

In a day

I'm a thread

Stretched fiercely

I struggle

Not to break

Struggle not to

Write

Or create

Another piece

That will grace

The half filled

Trash bin

Waiting

Silently

Anticipating

At the corner

-katie, 01:30

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